Stuff

I've been too busy to blog. I now work six days a week, almost six hours a day (and of course the six hours I work are the ones that are smack-dab in the middle of the day), and I'm so behind in my lesson plans that it's not even funny. Sometimes the kids read the stories before I do... It's a good thing I have a good memory (only when it comes to literature), and if I read a story three years ago and haven't looked at it since, I can still write up questions for it from memory. *Sigh*...if only my brain worked that way with math...

So now I'm back on facebook. It's nice to be connected to everyone, since I'm now an alumnus, and don't see everyone on Thursday anymore. The winter concert is tomorrow night, and I was listening to them all practice last night--I miss singing! :0(

I'm starved, I have to go eat before I keel over; I don't know when I'm going to get a chance to blog next...

Master Yoda's Conundrum:

Chelsey is wondering...

...about happy mediums.

Is there such a thing as a happy medium?

Is there such a thing as a medium?

Is there such a thing as happy?

Hmmmm

A misunderestimation, and good news for the fish

Well, as you all know, Bush is only going to be president for a few more days; and though not everything he has done was memorable, he has certainly left us with a substantial volume of memorable quotes. Don't get me wrong: I'm not picking on the man--I have nothing personal against him: bad grammar and misspeaks (whatever the heck they are) can happen to us all, and after all, he is a politician and a product of the American Education System....

I'll resist comment: it would ruin it. Some of my favorites:

"I'll be long gone before some smart person ever figures out what happened inside this Oval Office,"
-- to Israeli journalists in Washington in an interview published May 12, 2008

"There's an old saying in Tennessee -- I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee -- that says, fool me once, shame on ... shame on you. Fool me -- you can't get fooled again,"
-- Nashville, Tennessee, September 17, 2002

"I want to thank my friend, Senator Bill Frist, for joining us today ... He married a Texas girl, I want you to know. Karyn is with us. A West Texas girl, just like me,"
-- Nashville, Tennessee, May 27, 2004

"I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace,"
-- Washington, June 18, 2002

"Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we," -- Washington, August 5, 2004

"I remember meeting a mother of a child who was abducted by the North Koreans right here in the Oval Office,"
-- Washington, June 26, 2008

[Ok, ok, I know I said I wasn't going to comment, but, heck! I had no idea the national security crisis was that bad!]

"I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully,"
-- Saginaw, Michigan, September 29, 2000

"Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYNs aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country,"
-- Poplar Bluff, Missouri, September 6, 2004

[Uh, me here again: all I have to say is, "WHAT?!"]

"Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?"
-- Florence, South Carolina, January 11, 2000

"You teach a child to read, and he or her will be able to pass a literacy test,"
-- Townsend, Tennessee, February 21, 2001

"Those who enter the country illegally violate the law,"
-- Tucson, Arizona, November 28, 2005

"They misunderestimated me,"
-- Bentonville, Arkansas, November 6, 2000

I'm not blogging.

I feel guilty that I haven't blogged since the sixth.

So here I am. Blogging.

Hey, if Elisabeth can blog about cottage cheese and snow boots, at least I can blog about not blogging!

There, I've done my duty to my blog. Ok then...I'm, uh...gonna go back to not blogging now. See ya 'round...

I'm so weird

I'm so weird.
This morning I was awakened by my cell ringing--not by its usual alarm clock ring of the Hallelujah Chorus (why the heck did I pick that ringtone to wake me up?), but by its actual phone ring.

"Hello?" I sat up groggily.
"Uh, Chels, I have kind of a weird question..." the voice at the other end said.
Nothing new. "Shoot," I replied, rubbing my eyes.
"Uh...What's the plot of Much Ado About Nothing?"

Oh boy; you ask me this in the morning?

"Umm," I mumbled, "you'd better get a pen and paper..."

Five complicated minutes later, I was done. And I don't think she understood quite everything--and I don't think I was quite clear, either; it is, after all, Much Ado About Nothing. She should be very happy that she wasn't asking for the plot of The Comedy of Errors, or Midsummer Night's, heavens forbid.

Which brings me to my point: I think I'm the only person I know who would get a call in the morning, asking for the plot of one of Shakespeare's craziest play. I'm just weird like that, that I know stuff.

Yeah, I have mad skillz.

They've fallen and they can't get up; or, The Lakeland Disaster; or, "Whoops..."

So, the Fresh Fire Ministries website has put out another statement, after all these months. Apparently Todd Bentley is filing for divorce, refuses counseling, and is NOT down with being held accountable for his actions. As my friend Andy says, hard to resist an "I told you so"--but this is as close as I'll ever come, I think; I might not have the gift of compassion, but I'm not heartless.

I'm just glad there's now one less joker on the streets, leading people astray. Now everyone, not just people with a bit more discernment than others, can see the truth for themselves (I hope).

I pray for the redemption of Bentley, for real this time, and for the countless others he's impacted--for "good" or "bad".